My Blind Wife Wants Divorced

If only destroying everything on his desk could alleviate some of the heaviness in Leonel’s heart, he would have done it earlier. It’s not about being able to replace them with new devices, but if the lingering feeling in his heart remains the same, what’s the point? Even his plea to Chloe went completely unheard.

Never in the five years they’ve been together had Leonel begged, but this time, he pleaded in front of his mother and wife, who requested a divorce.

“Divorce is not a trivial matter, Chloe. Have you thought about this?” Agatha asked, her face looking shocked. She never expected Chloe to insist so strongly on divorcing her son.

“Yes, Ma. I’ve thought about this thousands of times. The tightness in my heart hasn’t diminished much, Ma,” Chloe replied.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Leonel fell silent, carefully choosing his words to speak to Chloe. “Isn’t there any room for me to fix things?” Everything Leonel had constructed, including his intimidating and pressuring tone, vanished and was replaced with soft and melancholic words. Perhaps it came from the deepest part of Leonel’s heart. He regretted why he had only thought about himself for the past five years. He had never considered how much Chloe was hurt from the beginning. She didn’t even understand their parents’ arranged marriage. Chloe herself was a victim, just like him.

But his wife tried to be a good person and be accepted into the Grisham family, fulfilling her role as a wife. And him?

“I’ve given you that chance hundreds of times. I often asked, why, Mas? But you never wanted to answer. You preferred to go upstairs to your room and leave me struggling in pain.”

No one said a word among them at that moment.

“So this is my first time begging you as your wife. Let me go. Chase your happiness. I pray that you get what you want.”

“ARGH!!!” Leonel didn’t care how many papers were scattered due to his actions, including the glass and laptop that now lay on the floor, shattered messily. As if not satisfied with expressing his frustration, he cleared a lot of objects from one of the desks containing the files he was studying.

Perhaps the commotion caused by Leonel made Deborah rush in. Her eyes widened in disbelief at her boss’s rage. But why?

“Sir?” Deborah called a hint of fear present in her voice as well. Never in her time working here had she seen Leonel so terrifyingly angry. His fierce gaze could intimidate anyone who disturbed him.

“Get out, Di,” Leonel said softly but firmly, his voice wavering Deborah’s courage. She nodded quickly and retreated, leaving the chaotic room behind. The only thought in her mind was to call one of the guards. Maybe her boss was injured from the shattered glass or the objects he intentionally threw.

If she approached, she might be thrown as well.

Before she could dial the number, the high-heeled footsteps made Deborah look up. Walking with confidence, Ester glanced briefly, accompanied by a thin smile. Her brightly colored lipstick and perfectly tailored outfit hugged her flawless body, making her look like a perfect doll.

“Is Leonel here?” she asked casually. The scent of her expensive perfume immediately filled the room, which was separated by a glass partition from the head office, where Leonel was located.

“He’s here, Miss,” Deborah replied, trying to suppress her nervousness. She hadn’t had a chance to convey the condition of her boss when the beautiful woman walked away. This also made Deborah hurriedly follow her.

“What’s the matter?” Ester asked with a displeased frown. It was unusual for Deborah, who Leonel sometimes praised for her competence, to follow her like this.

“It’s,” Deborah was confused about what to say. “It seems like Mr. Leonel doesn’t want to be disturbed. He just had a long meeting with a client.”

The frown deepened on Ester’s smooth forehead. “Nonsense!”

Deborah once again tried to stop Ester, but it was too late. The woman had already opened the door labeled “CEO Mountain Pte,” covered with frosted glass. Without knocking, as she usually did.

“Ru- oh my God! What’s going on, Leonel?” Ester exclaimed, nearly gaping in disbelief at the chaos in Leonel’s room. It was unlike him to behave like this. It couldn’t be that there was a local earthquake in this room, right?

“Get out,” Leonel hissed, glaring disapprovingly at Ester. Especially at Deborah, who was behind Ester. Why was that woman so foolish not to prevent others from entering his room? What was the point of Deborah being there, anyway?

“Leonel!” Ester couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She approached Leonel’s messy desk, careful not to accidentally step on something. “What is this?”

“Get out, Ester!!!”

***

Chloe was grateful as she walked among the garden plants she nurtured, occasionally touching the blooming flowers. Her body was wrapped in a comfortable cotton dress, bathed in the excellent sunlight. The transparent roof above the garden area next to her house blocked much of the sun’s heat. But it didn’t deprive the flowers growing in garden of sunlight.

Chloe’s eyes welled up with emotion as she experienced the adjustments that made her teary-eyed. She cried with gratitude for being given a chance to heal, even though it would be a long recovery process.

“I’m so happy, ma’am, with the news about your eyes,” Peni, who had been accompanying Chloe, finally spoke. The news about the homeowner’s improved eyesight spread rapidly, and everyone reacted similarly. Even Aunt Rossa prepared a special dish as an expression of her gratitude.

It was Chloe’s favorite food for lunch. She said, “So you can regain your spirits and not be sad anymore.”

“I feel the same way, Pen.” Chloe smiled widely. “Oh, has Adrianna arrived?”

“Not yet, ma’am. She seems to be still on the way. I called her earlier, and it sounded like she was on the roadside. There were a lot of traffic noises.”

Chloe nodded, listening to Peni’s explanation. Once again, she walked along the garden area, supported by a walking stick, but at least she wasn’t too much burden anymore.

“Oh, ma’am. Dr. Darren sent a message. The therapy schedule for tomorrow has been moved up,” Peni said.

“Why didn’t Darren say anything to me earlier?”

Peni doesn’t understand that either. “Maybe there was a change in his schedule.”

Chloe somewhat agrees with what Peni just said. It doesn’t matter what time she has therapy with Darren. Her results are significant, making her more determined to recover. She has also made up her mind; no more postponing.

Karma will surely come to anyone who hurts her heart. Now she believes in that.

She does not need to teach Ester how to be a part of the Grisham family when the woman isn’t accepted. It’s also a hindrance to her relationship with Leonel, right? Though stubborn and seemingly resistant to being contradicted, there’s one thing Chloe understands about Leonel. He always respects his family, especially his parents.

What couldn’t she do five years ago?

She could have married Ester. Without approval. Without any support from her family. But Leonel chose to obey his family. Even though it meant sacrificing Chloe, it was enough for Chloe to experience what sacrifice is like. This time, she wants to be free.

“Oh, by the way, Peni. I need your help, if you have free time, to organize my clothes. Later, I’ll ask someone else to help you too. Also, to tidy up my old house.”

Her employer’s request took Peni aback. It’s about something other than organizing and fulfilling what Chloe asks for. Does it mean that the divorce is going to happen?

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Why does your voice sound sad, Pen?” Chloe chuckled. “I’m not forcing you to come with me, you know. I’ll tell the foundation to give you a much better job.”

“Huh?” Peni immediately grabbed Chloe’s hand. “I already told the foundation that I want to resign, ma’am. I want to go back to my hometown, and you agreed.” Peni became flustered. “I mean; I want to go with you without any involvement from the foundation. Why would I be sent back there?”

Chloe laughed. “Oh, I thought you decided not to come with me.”

“I want to, ma’am. I don’t want to be alone. I want to go with you. And Aunt Rossa too.”

Chloe gently patted the hand of the person supporting her. “Thank you.”

“I’ll always support you. Even if leaving this house is your best path, I support it. I don’t want to see you sinking further. You should recover.”

Once again, Chloe expressed her gratitude. “I don’t know what else to say to you other than thank you.”

Chloe was overwhelmed by her decision. And suddenly, a voice called her quite loudly, “Chloe!”